Third Person
The arena remained silent and frozen after Crown Prince Rain's full wolf transformation. The king finally regained himself and stood up. Rhett and Victor watched his every move.
Slowly, his gaze fixed on the son he should have cherished, the child who carried the rarest and most powerful bloodline. He was born weak, but now it all made sense.
"We greet you, our prince."
Rain wanted to laugh. The same prince they had criticized chanted for his blood, and now they acknowledged him.
Moonie stepped forward.
"Welcome home, my prince," he whispered, patting Raze's soft fur.
Raze purred, inching closer, wanting more warmth.
Just then, a royal guard rushed through the gate, his face as pale as the evening sun.
"My king!"
He crumbled onto both knees.
"It's Prince Marcus."
Everyone's breath caught.
Rain transformed back. Moonie wrapped him in his embrace, and Violet brought him a set of new clothes.
